I'm surprised criminals don't use this stuff to mask odors odors when necessary.

They probably do, just as you suggested, but what they forget is that the stinky cheap stuff is a dead giveaway. "Officer, if we can find a guy around here that matches that stinky lingering odor he left as he ran away, we'll definitely have our man!"

I feel honored that my beloved Pinaud/Clubman products are garnering so much attention. I have and use the entire stable, and have for years. Fortunately, I am not bothered by hoards of social invitations or ravaged with the affections of sex-starved maidens----this must be the up side of the equation!!! I just call them my Stink Pretties.

mlb549 wrote:I feel honored that my beloved Pinaud/Clubman products are garnering so much attention. I have and use the entire stable, and have for years. Fortunately, I am not bothered by hoards of social invitations or ravaged with the affections of sex-starved maidens----this must be the up side of the equation!!! I just call them my Stink Pretties.

I tried them all and the only Pinaud Clubman I cared for was the Original. The rest were cheap enough that I didn't have any regrets when I tossed them out.

I'm coming late to the party, but the good doctor hit the nail on the head with this one. Normally, I like some of the Pinaud products because of the ye olde baber shoppe scents. I threw away the bottle of Lilac Vegetal; that stuff will gag a maggot.
Years ago, (a lot of years ago) when I was in Junior High school, the rave was one called Hai Karate, so what the hell, I bought a bottle. The scent was so strong and pungent I couldn't stand it. I gave it to my dad, who took one wiff of the bottle, then threw it in the trash.

desertbadger wrote:I'm coming late to the party, but the good doctor hit the nail on the head with this one. Normally, I like some of the Pinaud products because of the ye olde baber shoppe scents. I threw away the bottle of Lilac Vegetal; that stuff will gag a maggot.
Years ago, (a lot of years ago) when I was in Junior High school, the rave was one called Hai Karate, so what the hell, I bought a bottle. The scent was so strong and pungent I couldn't stand it. I gave it to my dad, who took one wiff of the bottle, then threw it in the trash.

David, just think of all the 7th and 8th grade girls at school we impressed with our new found source of acting like idiots. Those were some very frustrating years for some of us. If I recall correctly, I also threw my Hai Karate away, at least I hope I didn't go around stinking for too many days. Fortunately for me (and the girls), having on a stinky cologne all day long literally gave me a terrible splitting headache and sometimes barfing.

I finished off the bottle of Lilac Vegetal that has languished in a cupboard for several years yesterday. My elderly Ford Expedition was invaded by mice about three winters ago, and despite having the interior stripped and cleaned, it still reeks. Yesterday I found another mouse nest in the tool compartment under the floor of the luggage area. Having thrown that out, I sprinkled the rest of the bottle over the interior. Awful as it is, it doesn't smell as bad as a hot car with mouse urine cooking gently in the heat, and I'm hoping the mice won't like it at all. I'd rather the car smelled of urinal cakes than the mice.
In fact, there have been no mice in the vehicle that I know of since it was stripped and cleaned, but there must be traces of their scent in the sound proofing inside the bodywork. It seems the best way to keep them out is peppermint oil, and I have been soaking it into squares of thick cardboard that can be inserted under the headliner and other strategic spots. I'm stuck with this situation as no one would buy the vehicle as it is. I can only hope that when Zeus decides to strike me with a thunderbolt for my unbelief, he misses me and hits the truck, writing it off in a flash.

Montale released a fragrance called Greyland some years ago. It was a real scrubber, the sweetest and most chemical thing I've worn, and given its $100+ price tag, unacceptably awful.

Those are the first two that come to mind, but there have been some stinkers I'm forgetting, I'm sure. I imagine wetshavers' insistence on trying and - in some cases, actually enjoying - odd old products has helped Lilac Vegetal stay in production. Everyone buys a bottle sooner or later, it seems, even if a good number of them end up dumped down the drain.

Regards,
Tim

Why should we not meet, not always as dyspeptics, to tell our bad dreams, but sometimes as eupeptics, to congratulate each other on the ever-glorious morning? - Henry David Thoreau